New is different new is refreshing,
a new place awakes something within like it was never there or never knew it was there,
i get to live again,
funny seeing new types of beggars is also different,
i do feel sad but there is this inner feeling like no other,
like a child onto a new pencil,
i wonder why how it came to be,
something so common in an uncommon place,
that was unheard of or was only heard never seen,
the eyes glow with admiration,
there is eagerness to absorb as much beauty as I can,
like a painting if not made will be soon forgotten,
all the colors emerge from a women's wrinkle to a man's shoes,
it all forms like a story of an everyday life,
yet to stumble upon another new piece of this puzzle,
then at night as I close my eyes i think again,
it will be again time to be lost,
go deep into the unreality of your dreams,
doing what you wish for dreading what you dint,
waiting to be startled by the dawn of a new day with its arms open to shove you into a new place of hidden memories,
and it asks are you up for it today?
